Rong Yan lay on her side in the bed and frowned. "Your hair is still wet. Be careful of your headache tomorrow. Go get a towel and I'll dry your hair for you."
Liancheng Yazhi walked halfway and obediently turned back. He took a dry towel from the bathroom, walked to Rong Yan, and handed it to her.
His eyes were shockingly bright, exuding a scorching heat. When he looked at her face, it seemed as if he could melt her.
"Sit down," Rong Yan pursed her lips and smiled.
Liancheng Yazhi sat down obediently. Every command from Rong Yan and every action from him was very obedient!
Rong Yan sat up and dried Liancheng Yazhi's hair. Her movements were very gentle as she slowly dried his hair, not causing him any pain at all.
Time was quiet and peaceful. At this moment, the two of them were so warm that neither of them wanted to break it.